When Lilian discovered her husband’s secret dating profile, she devised a plan for a blind date he’d never forget. Posing as another woman, she lured him into a trap that exposed his betrayal in front of their families.
Lilian sitting by the window | Source: Midjourney
So, I recently hung out with my friend, Hailey. We were spending a Friday night at my place while my husband, Dylan, was at work. Hailey’s divorced and often browses dating sites, so we decided to find her a new man there.
It was super fun scrolling through guys on the dating site, laughing at cheesy profiles and cringeworthy bios. Hailey, ever the optimist, was hopeful we’d find her Prince Charming.
“Look at this one,” Hailey giggled, pointing to a guy posing with a fish he’d caught. “He must think that fish is his best catch!”
Lilian and her friend Hailey smiling while looking at a smartphone | Source: Midjouney
We were in hysterics, swiping left on most profiles, until suddenly, my laughter caught in my throat. There, staring back at me from the screen, was a familiar face. My heart plummeted.
“Hailey, stop,” I said, my voice trembling. “Is that… Dylan?”
Hailey leaned in, squinting at the profile picture. “Wait, what? Oh my god, it is him!” She glanced at me, eyes wide with shock. “What is he doing on here? Isn’t he supposed to be at work?”
Lilian and Hailey shocked while staring at a smartphone | Source: Midjourney
My husband, the man I trusted implicitly, had a profile on a dating site. And not just any profile: one where he looked genuinely happy, using his middle name and a different last name.
“What is he doing on a dating site?”
Hailey’s face hardened with determination. “Lilian, we need to do something about this. You can’t just let it slide.”
Ideas swirled in my head, but one stood out. My initial fury gave way to a cold, calculated plan. “Hailey, I know exactly what to do.”
Lilian and Hailey talking | Source: Midjourney
Without missing a beat, I created a fake account on the dating site. I crafted a profile of an attractive, mysterious woman, complete with alluring photos. Then, I sent Dylan a message: “Hey, handsome! Looking good! How about we meet on a BLIND DATE at the restaurant tomorrow evening?”
I watched the screen, my breath held tight in my chest. It didn’t take long for the notification to pop up; Dylan had replied. “Sounds great! See you then. ;)”
Smartphone with text notification | Source: Midjourney
The nerve of this man! Rage and a strange thrill of anticipation bubbled within me. I turned to Hailey, who looked equally incensed and impressed.
“You really did it,” she said, shaking her head. “You’re going to confront him, aren’t you?”
“Oh, I’m going to do more than that,” I replied, a wicked smile spreading across my face. “I’m going to give him a date he’ll never forget.”
Lilian using her smartphone | Source: Midjourney
The next day, Dylan was acting completely normal, which made my blood boil even more. As we were having breakfast, he casually mentioned his “urgent work.”
“Lilian, I just found out I have to go to work tonight,” he said, avoiding eye contact. “Something came up last minute. I won’t be home until late.”
I forced a smile, masking my fury with a facade of understanding. “Oh, really? That’s unexpected. Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, just some emergency,” he mumbled, still not meeting my gaze. “I’m sorry, babe.”
Lilian and Dylan having breakfast | Source: Midjourney
“Don’t worry about it,” I replied sweetly. “You go do what you need to do.”
Finally, Dylan came home, freshened up, and started preparing for his supposed “work emergency.”
“You’re looking quite sharp for a late-night work shift,” I commented, unable to resist a jab. He was wearing his favorite shirt, the one I bought him for our anniversary.
Lilian talking to Dylan | Source: Midjourney
He chuckled nervously. “Just trying to stay professional, you know?”
“Of course,” I said, biting back the bitterness in my voice. “Good luck tonight.”
As soon as he left the house, I went upstairs, grabbed a sleep mask, and headed out to that same restaurant. I arrived at the restaurant a bit early. The place was dimly lit, perfect for my plan.
I scanned the room until I spotted Dylan sitting at a table by the window, nervously checking his phone. He was waiting for his “date,” completely unaware that the woman he was meeting was his wife.
Dylan seated in a restaurant waiting for his date | Source: Midjourney
I took a deep breath and called over the waiter, pointing discreetly to Dylan. “See that man over there?” I whispered. “Could you please give him this sleep mask and tell him his date has a special surprise for him?”
The waiter raised an eyebrow but nodded, taking the mask from me. I watched from a distance as he approached Dylan and handed him the mask. Dylan looked confused but intrigued, a small smile playing on his lips. He put the mask on, and only then did I approach him.
Dylan in a restaurant wearing eye mask | Source: Midjourney
“Hello, handsome,” I said, altering my voice to sound more sultry and unfamiliar. I slid into the seat across from him, my heart racing.
“Hey there,” Dylan replied, his tone flirtatious. “I have to admit, this is a first for me.”
“Oh, I like to keep things interesting,” I said, suppressing the urge to scream at him. “So, tell me about yourself.”
Dylan chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “Well, I’m a project manager, love hiking, and I’m always up for an adventure. What about you?”
Dylan wearing an eye mask while talking to Lilian | Source: Midjourney
“I’m someone who enjoys a bit of mystery,” I replied, my voice dripping with false charm. “But I’m more interested in hearing about your family. Do you have a wife? What’s she like?”
Dylan laughed, the sound bitter. “She’s nice enough but can be a bit clueless sometimes. Doesn’t suspect a thing.”
That was it. The final straw. I took a deep breath and decided it was time to escalate. “How about we take this date somewhere more private?” I suggested. “My place isn’t far from here.”
Dylan grinned. “Sounds perfect.”
Lilian and Dylan in a taxi | Source: Midjourney
We called a taxi, and the whole ride home, I fought to keep my emotions in check. As we pulled up to our house, I felt a rush of vindication. This was the moment of truth.
I led Dylan inside, guiding him carefully. “I want to make this special,” I whispered, steering him toward the kitchen where our parents were waiting. “Keep the mask on for just a bit longer.”
“You’re full of surprises,” he chuckled.
“You have no idea,” I muttered under my breath.
Dylan and Lilian talking in the kitchen | Source: Midjourney
Our parents were already seated, eyes wide with anticipation and disbelief. I signaled them to stay silent and pulled out a chair for Dylan.
“Have a seat,” I said sweetly. “Let’s get to know each other better.”
As he sat, still blindfolded, I asked him about his parents. “So, tell me about your mom and dad. What are they like?”
Dylan sighed. “They can be overbearing and judgmental. I don’t talk to them much.”
“Okay, Dylan,” I said, my voice trembling with anger and triumph. “You can take off the mask now.”
Guilty Dylan talking to Lilian | Source: Midjourney
He pulled off the mask, blinking in confusion as he took in the scene. The color drained from his face as he saw me, our parents, and the familiar surroundings of our kitchen.
“Lilian?” he stammered. “What’s going on?”
“I think you know exactly what’s going on,” I said, crossing my arms. “Welcome to the blind date you’ll never forget.”
His eyes darted from me to his parents and then back to me, panic rising in his expression. “I can explain,” he began, his voice shaky.
Dylan and Lilian talking | Source: Midjourney
“Oh, please do,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Explain to all of us why you’re on a dating site while you’re supposed to be working.”
Dylan swallowed hard, looking at his parents. His mother’s eyes were filled with tears, and his father’s face was a mask of disappointment.
“Dylan,” his mother said softly, “how could you do this?”
Dylan talking to his parents | Source: Midjourney
He shifted uncomfortably, clearly trying to think of a way out. “It was just a stupid mistake,” he said. “I was just bored and curious. I never intended to actually meet anyone.”
“Bored and curious?” I repeated, my voice rising. “Is that supposed to make this better? You flirted with me, thinking I was some other woman! You said things about your family, about me, that I can’t even comprehend.”
“I thought I knew you, Dylan. I thought we had something real. But clearly, I was wrong.”
Lilian and Dylan talking | Source: Midjourney
Dylan hung his head, looking utterly defeated. “I know I messed up,” he said quietly. “I’m so sorry.”
The room fell silent, the weight of the situation pressing down on all of us. Finally, I turned to our parents. “I think we need some time alone.”
Once they were gone, I faced Dylan again. “You need to leave,” I said quietly. “I need to think, and I can’t do that with you here.”
Dylan leaving his house with his bags | Source: Midjourney
Dylan left the house, and as the door closed behind him, I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me. I sank into a chair, the reality of what had happened hitting me all at once.
I had just exposed my husband’s deceit in front of our entire family. Now, I had to decide what to do next.
I couldn’t live with Dylan’s betrayal; he broke the trust we had. After reflecting on it, I decided it was best for us to go our separate ways. Of course, we divorced. Dylan’s parents and siblings cut ties with him, unable to forgive his betrayal. As for me, I’ve moved on, finding strength and independence in the wake of his deceit.
